Last night was quite a rough full moon for Remus, leaving him with nasty injuries worse than he’s ever had before. His friends left in the morning as their animals and Remus fought hard last night. But you decided to stay.

The next morning when he wakes up, he’s met with the sight and feel of you caring after his wounds, the only one in sight.

He sits up gently but you push him back into a laying position, dipping a cloth in warm water and continuing to tend to his wounds.

“Why are you helping me.” He asks, his voice hoarse as he looks at you with a gaze in his eyes you can’t quite recognise. You look up from focusing on dragging a wet cloth across the giant claw marks embedded in his chest.

When you don’t answer him, he looks at you more intently. “Why? Tell me.”